Roscoe’s Breeding Bitch

By Emily Sinclaire

Jenna heard the knock at the door and realized she still had no idea what to say to Connie. She wanted to confront the bitch for sure. Mark was her guy, had been for years, and that sneaky slut Connie had been creeping around, flirting, enticing her man away.

Hannah, one of Jenna's co-workers had just happened to see them together on the north side of town. Of course she couldn't wait to get on the phone to Jenna.

"She was all over him," Hannah had reported. "And he didn't seem to mind it a bit." Good old Hannah.

Of course he didn't mind it. When some bitch practically waves her pussy in your face a guy was going to reach out and get some; especially when they look like Connie. Mark was not blameless here and she would deal with him and his unfaithfulness separately, but that slut Connie must have been working overtime to get him to stray so visibly.

Jenna was no slouch herself and she sure didn't need to be tutored on the finer points of pleasing a man. This was the more reason to suspect Connie as the primary conspirator in this little drama. A quick lesson on the finer points of 'private property' was what she needed, Jenna thought.